What is this Dimensional Chat???

Kuoh Academy

Kuoh, Japan

Valiana's face turned crimson as she stared at her husband in disbelief. "What the hell is that idiot doing?!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of outrage and embarrassment.

'I knew it! This guy is definitely going to pull some ridiculous stunt!' Albion's laughter echoed in her mind, completely amused by the absurdity of Satria's antics. 

Meanwhile, Azazel couldn't contain himself. He clutched his stomach, tears streaming down his face. "Wahahaha! This is priceless! That guy is one-of-a-kind!"

Kurumi, on the other hand, was banging her head lightly against the nearest wall. 'This is a nightmare. There's no way that dumbass is my boyfriend. It's not real!' She groaned, visibly mortified.

Kiyohime, however, didn't share the humor. Her lips curved into a chilling smile, and her voice dropped into an ominous tone. "What a bad puppy Danna-sama is… He needs discipline. I'll make sure to teach him a proper lesson later."

Meanwhile, among Rias's group, the reactions were equally chaotic.

"Don't tell me that Shin-san's Sacred Gear… What kind of Sacred Gear is that, Ddraig?" Issei asked, utterly baffled.

But Ddraig had nothing to say. The great dragon spirit had buried herself in silence, wishing she could disappear from the embarrassment. 'Why... why did I have expectations?'

Ravel turned to Koneko with wide eyes, demanding an explanation. "Hero of Justice? Can you tell me what exactly is going on here?"

But Koneko refused to meet her gaze. Her face burned a bright red as she muttered under her breath, "I don't know him… I don't know him… Please, just don't ask me."

Rias was losing patience, her voice rising above the chaos. "Can't he take anything seriously for once? Why is it always some ridiculous stunt with him?!" Her irritation was palpable.

Akeno chuckled softly, her ever-present smirk tugging at her lips. "Ara-ara, what an interesting man indeed," she mused, clearly entertained by Satria's antics.

Xenovia sighed, her palm meeting her forehead. "We're in the middle of dealing with Kokabiel, and he's… doing this!?"

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Kazuma-sama: "Hahaha! What kind of costume is that?!"

Robin: "I actually feel bad for Kokabiel now."

Cookies Maniac: "His pajamas are so cute! I want one like that too!"

Spider-Man: "Big Bro Satria is taking 'disrespect your enemy' to a whole new level."

Pervert Sage: "Don't be fooled! This is all part of his grand strategy. Satria is a genius, after all!"

Esdeath: "Weird, yes. Entertaining? Absolutely."

God of Hope: "Childish as always. But... it's oddly effective."

___

Kokabiel, his pride utterly shredded by Satria's ridiculous antics, finally snapped. With a furious roar, he dashed toward him, his light sword glowing with a deadly radiance.

Satria, however, continued to play the fool. "Kyaaaa! Help me, Artoria! Kurumi-chan! Someone, save meee!" he wailed, dramatically shaking his head.

Both Artoria and Kurumi merely folded their arms, unimpressed by his theatrics.

'Idiot,' they thought in unison, watching him flail around pathetically.

Kokabiel's light sword struck true, carving a shallow wound across Satria's chest and sending him sprawling. He landed on the ground, clutching his wound with exaggerated gasps.

"Ugh! My wound… it's too deep… I give up!" Satria cried out, crawling on his knees toward Kokabiel. "Please! Spare my life, Lord Kokabiel! I'll become your loyal subordinate! I swear!"

Kokabiel paused, momentarily stunned by the sheer audacity of this pathetic display. Then, his laughter echoed across the battlefield.

"Haha… Hahaha! This is what happens when you mock me! Beg all you want, boy! I'll grant you one last chance to speak before I send you to meet your God!"

Satria's face twisted into mock sorrow, and out of nowhere, sad violin music began to play.

"War… it's so terrible. Why must we fight, Kokabiel? Can't we find another way to resolve this? Think of the innocents." His voice trembled, a single tear rolling down his cheek.

The somber melody seemed to come from nowhere, yet somehow, it was perfectly timed. Everyone—Rias's group, Kokabiel's minions, even the chat viewers—froze, utterly dumbfounded by the surreal scene.

"Where is that music coming from?!" Rias whispered, her eyes darting around.

"I-I see swings… Why are there swings appearing behind him?!" Akeno pointed at the phantom playground that seemed to materialize midair, swaying in rhythm with the music.

But before Kokabiel could strike again, Satria's real body appeared behind him, smirking wickedly.

"Well, Mr. Kokabiel," Satria said, his tone shifting completely. "Thanks for letting your guard down."

With a loud clap of his hands, he launched his ultimate attack: "One Thousand Years of Death!"

Kokabiel's eyes widened in shock, but it was too late. Satria's fingers jabbed his target with pinpoint accuracy.

"Aaaarghhh!" Kokabiel screamed, flying across the battlefield as he clutched his rear in agony.

The battlefield fell into stunned silence.

Satria casually dusted off his hands, a smug grin on his face. "Never underestimate the power of unconventional tactics, HAHAHA!"

Everyone stared at him, their expressions ranging from disbelief to pure bewilderment.

"Did… did he just…?" Issei stammered, unable to form coherent words.

"I… I think he did," Rias muttered, still trying to process what had just happened.

Artoria facepalmed. "Why am I associated with this man?"

Kurumi sighed, shaking her head. "This is why we can't have serious moments with him around."

Meanwhile, Kokabiel's anguished cries echoed through the air as he writhed on the ground.

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Kazuma-sama: "Legendary. Absolutely legendary."

Cookies Maniac: "The technique… so profound!"

Spider-Man: "Big Bro Satria strikes again! 😂"

Pervert Sage: "This is why he's my favorite. A genius beyond comprehension!"

Esdeath: "Weird, but oddly… effective. I hate how it works."

___

"How are there two Shins?!" Irina gasped, pointing at the second Satria, who still sat on the ground nursing a fake wound while the real Satria stood confidently before Kokabiel.

"Oh~ double the fun, hmm?" Akeno teased, her tone laced with mischief.

Koneko shot her senpai a glare, her cat-like eyes narrowing sharply.

"Ara~? Why are you looking at me like that, Koneko-chan?" Akeno asked, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

"…Nothing," Koneko mumbled, quickly averting her gaze. Her cheeks turned pink as she refocused on the unfolding chaos.

Satria exhaled loudly, his playful demeanor vanishing as his tone grew serious.

"Do you all forget this is supposed to be a real fight?" he said, glaring at Kokabiel. "There's no room for stupidity, no room for enjoyment. The smallest negligence can cost you everything. I thought every veteran of war understood that, but clearly… I was mistaken."

Kokabiel's fists clenched as he glared back at Satria, his face contorted with rage. "You… Azazel… and that vile bastard! I'll never forgive the three of you for eternity!"

Staggering to his feet, he winced, his hand instinctively moving to soothe his still-throbbing rear. "But I swear, Shin! I'll kill you here and now! Fight me seriously! Stop looking down on me!"

Satria tilted his head mockingly, his lips curving into a sly grin. "Oh, Kokabiel…" He closed his eyes, his hand rising dramatically to cover them as he struck a strange pose. "I never wanted to use this… My legendary, sealed weapon. The one capable of rivaling even Excalibur! But you've left me no choice!"

"W-What?!" Kokabiel's eyes widened, his body tensing. "A weapon that can rival Excalibur?! You're bluffing!"

Artoria, watching intently from the sidelines, raised an eyebrow. 'Rival my Excalibur? I highly doubt it... but knowing this man, I shouldn't expect anything conventional.'

"This is ridiculous," Kiba muttered, his grip on his sword tightening. "A weapon equal to Excalibur? I've never even heard of such a thing."

"Could it be real?!" Xenovia gasped, her voice trembling with disbelief.

Irina's eyes sparkled with excitement, clasping her hands together. "Please let it be a holy weapon! Please, please, please!"

Kokabiel took a cautious step back, watching Satria closely. "What kind of weapon are you talking about? Show me!"

Satria's grin grew wider as he extended his hand into the air. "Very well, peasant! Witness the power that will end this farce!"

In a flash of golden light, an object materialized in his hand. As the glow faded, everyone's expectations were shattered.

"Behold!" Satria announced dramatically. "The Legendary Ultimate Weapon made from Heaven!"

'No… not another one!' Valiana stared at her husband, her face betraying a mix of exasperation and second-hand embarrassment.

"What do you think this weapon is, Valiana? Any guesses?" Azazel leaned closer, a wide grin plastered across his face as if enjoying the unfolding chaos.

"I… I don't have any idea," Valiana muttered, refusing to meet Azazel's gaze. 'No!!! This has to be one of his ridiculous jokes again! Hubby, I beg you, don't embarrass me more than you already have!'

Kurumi, watching from the sidelines, rubbed her temples in disbelief. 'That's the pose he uses when he's about to fool around. Someone—anyone—please stop him before it's too late!' She prayed silently, trying to suppress her growing dread.

Kiyohime, meanwhile, let out a heavy sigh, doing a full facepalm. "Danna-sama is so immature. Does he enjoy tormenting us with his antics?"

Satria reached into his storage skill, his expression turning oddly serious. He withdrew a seemingly unassuming item—a traditional sarong.

"What in the…?" murmured Rias, narrowing her eyes in confusion.

Satria began folding the sarong with practiced precision. With a series of fluid movements, he tied one end into a knot, transforming the fabric into a makeshift whip. Then, he infused it with Armament Haki, causing it to glow ominously.

"Tremble in fear, crow! For my sacred weapon, the Wadimor, is ready to slap your ass into next week!" Satria declared dramatically, lifting the weapon high.

The crowd was silent, unsure whether to laugh, cry, or question reality itself.

"What… is that?" Kokabiel stammered, his anger briefly overtaken by sheer confusion.

"I almost forgot!" Satria exclaimed, pulling another bizarre object from his storage. "I can't fight without my second sacred weapon—the Ball Cracker! Together, they form my ultimate technique: Nitoryu: Heaven Smash!"

He began spinning the Ball Cracker in one hand and the Sarong in the other, creating an absurdly intimidating display of slapstick weaponry.

"What do you guys think?" Satria grinned widely, seeking feedback. "Pretty badass, right?"

Silence.

The sound of a crow cawing echoed in the background, mocking the moment.

"You're an idiot beyond comprehension," Fatalis grumbled from within him. "I give up trying to fix you."

Artoria's eye twitched as she tried to process the absurdity of it all. 'How did this guy ever defeat Naruto? This boy is beyond saving.'

"Th-There's a limit to disrespecting someone, you damned brat!" Kokabiel roared, his body trembling with rage. "You think this is a joke?! You think I'm a joke?!"

"Oh, no," Satria replied, his grin never faltering. "I don't think you're a joke. I know you are."

Kokabiel let out a furious scream and charged, his light sword raised high.

Satria smirked. "Wadimor Style: Ultimate Sarong Slap!"

The battle descended into sheer chaos as Kokabiel faced the full wrath of Satria's ludicrous yet surprisingly effective techniques.

Valiana coughed up and dropped to her knees, visibly shaken.

"Oi, you okay, Valiana?" Azazel asked, concern mixed with amusement as he approached her.

"I'm… fine," Valiana replied, wiping her mouth. "I was just startled by how ridiculous that guy is. Seriously, who does that in the middle of a battle?"

Azazel laughed heartily. "Hahaha! Don't tell me you're interested in him! My little Valiana's finally growing up. Honestly, I wouldn't mind having a guy like him as a son-in-law. Strong, hilarious, and completely unpredictable."

Valiana's face turned red as she swung a punch at him, but Azazel easily caught her fist.

"Shut up! I'm not your daughter, and there's no way I'd ever fall for some clown who fights with a bad jokes!"

"Ouch! That poor guy will cry if he hears this," Albion quipped, his voice dripping with mock pity.

Azazel grinned wider. "Relax, Valiana. I'm just joking. But, admit it—he's entertaining, isn't he? Strong and fun. A perfect match for a serious woman like you!"

Meanwhile, on the battlefield…

"I'm not mocking you, Kukangbiel," Satria announced with exaggerated seriousness. "No, no, this is me fully serious. Allow me to show you how terrifying I can really be."

Before Kokabiel could respond, five afterimages of Satria appeared, each moving with uncanny speed. Kokabiel narrowed his eyes, preparing for an assault—only for the clones to reappear moments later, each holding a musical instrument: a keyboard, a flute, a tambourine, and a drum set.

"What in the… What is this?!" Kokabiel bellowed, his face twisting in confusion and rage.

"Music to your ears, my guy!" Satria smirked. "Ready, boys? Let's give our friend here a show!"

The clones struck dramatic poses, and suddenly a chaotic melody erupted. Two clones played their instruments with reckless abandon while the others performed exaggerated dance moves.

"Let's goooo!" the clones shouted in unison.

Kokabiel clenched his fists in fury. "You mock me, human?! I am Kokabiel, the Angel of Stars! No one has ever dared to humiliate me like this!" Summoning two massive light swords, he charged at Satria.

"Showtime!" Satria yelled as he effortlessly dodged Kokabiel's attacks. Blocking a strike with his sarong, he twirled it like a whip, tripping Kokabiel and sending him sprawling.

Kurumi returned to Kiyohime's side, brushing off some dirt from her attire with a graceful motion. She glanced at Satria, still in the midst of his over-the-top antics, and let out a long sigh.

Kiyohime smirked, hiding her amusement behind her elegant folding fan. "So? What do you think? Do you regret tying the knot with him?"

Kurumi gave a small, exasperated chuckle. "You know, this is my first time being in a relationship with a man. And to think my first would be this weird guy… Hahaha."

She leaned gently against Kiyohime's shoulder, her eyes softening despite her words. "But even so… I don't regret it. It's actually kind of refreshing—and fun—being around him."

Kiyohime's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Is that so?"

Kurumi nodded firmly. "Yes, but…" Her tone shifted, and a sly grin crossed her face. "We really need to knock some sense into him later."

"Ara~ I completely agree," Kiyohime replied, her fan fluttering as she hid a delighted giggle. "It seems we have a shared mission. We'll do our best to… fix him, shall we?"

Kurumi smirked, her crimson eyes glinting with determination. "Absolutely. It's for his own good, after all."

The two women exchanged a knowing look before breaking into soft laughter, their bond solidified by the shared challenge of dealing with their uniquely eccentric partner.

"Whoops! You okay down there?" Satria asked mockingly before kicking Kokabiel back into the air.

Kokabiel growled, lunging forward again. This time, Satria spun his sarong and covered his crotch dramatically.

"Biel! Do you want to see my magic stick?" Satria taunted, winking at Kokabiel.

Kokabiel's eye twitched in disbelief. "What kind of madness is this?!"

Satria teleported around him, appearing from every angle, chanting nonsensical rhymes.

"Poof! Poof! Every bitch, get the money, stay rich!"

He smacked Kokabiel repeatedly with his sarong, delivering a flurry of humiliating hits that left the fallen angel staggering.

"You dare humiliate me like this?!" Kokabiel roared, summoning more power. "I will never forgive you for this mockery!"

Satria grinned mischievously, spinning his sarong in one hand like a weapon of tempest. Kokabiel lunged forward, his light swords blazing, but Satria vanished in a blur of speed. The next thing Kokabiel felt was a sharp, humiliating smack—right where it hurt the most.

WHACK!

"Ball of Steel!" Satria announced cheerfully, landing hits from every side with his ball crackers as Kokabiel stumbled around in pain.

"Guess what I did to your mom? Ez game, ez life," Satria added, his mocking grin widening.

Kokabiel, gasping and barely holding himself upright, roared in outrage. "I… I… I'll never forgive you! What did you do to my mo... Father, Shin?!" His voice was filled with a mix of fury and confusion.

Satria wagged his finger playfully. "Oh, wouldn't you like to know? Yep, yep, we're looking good here." He hummed a tune, refusing to elaborate, which only fueled Kokabiel's anger.

"Graaaaahhh!!! GO DIE!" Kokabiel charged again, light swords blazing with renewed fury.

"You mad, bro? Come here and get a lick," Satria taunted as he effortlessly dodged the strike. In a flash, he activated his time-skip ability and reappeared directly in front of Kokabiel, landing a devastating punch to his face.

CRACK!

Kokabiel was sent sprawling, groaning as he struggled to stand.

"One versus one against me, tough guy?" Satria smirked, adjusting his sarong with exaggerated flair. "Yeah, I'm gonna kick your ass."

Kokabiel's rage turned into desperation as he attempted to retreat. But before he could take more than a few steps, Satria and his clones materialized around him, forming a tight circle.

"Where you going, big guy? We're just getting started!" Satria teased, cracking his knuckles.

Kokabiel tried to fight back, but it was no use. Satria and his clones unleashed a synchronized assault, raining down kicks and punches with gleeful precision.

"Aghhhh!!!" Kokabiel groaned, his body wracked with pain.

"Aww, you gonna run? Hahaha!" Satria mocked, his grin never fading.

The clones chimed in, their voices blending into a taunting chant as they continued their relentless assault.

"Kokabiel… Kokabiellllll… Loser!"

___

Spider-Man: "Who's the villain in this case? Because honestly, I can't tell."

Robin: "I don't want him anywhere near my world. I can already hear Batman groaning in frustration just thinking about him."

Kazuma-sama: "Hahaha! He slays his enemies with silly songs and dance numbers. Evil Spirit, you've got an amazing boyfriend! 🤣"

Evil Spirit: "Say one more word, trash, and I'll send you to meet your goddess."

Kazuma-sama: "…"

Pervert Sage: "You know, this Kokabiel guy might actually qualify as a victim here. This is straight-up bullying at this point."

Esdeath: "What a pathetic excuse for a warrior. Just finish him already. He's wasting everyone's time."

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"This nonsense has gone on long enough. Valiana, capture Kokabiel now," Azazel commanded, clearly done with the absurdity.

Valiana transformed into her Balance Breaker, her armor gleaming. "Don't forget to pay me for this gig."

Azazel pinched the bridge of his nose. "Yes, yes, I'll handle your payment later."

As she flew off, he muttered under his breath, "Why does she suddenly demand payment for everything? She used to fight just for the thrill. Now she's turning into a mercenary."

Xenovia's frustration was palpable as she gripped the hilt of her sword. "What a vulgar song! And to compare Excalibur to that ridiculous toy—how dare he!"

Irina, however, was more curious. "But… if he can block Kokabiel's attacks with those 'toys,' doesn't that mean his outfit might be made from some rare, secret material?"

Kiba nodded thoughtfully. "It's possible. I've never seen anything like it. This whole… rhythmic fighting style is beyond anything I've encountered."

Issei quickly covered Asia's ears with his hands. "Don't listen to him, Asia-chan!"

Akeno chuckled, her voice dripping with amusement. "Ara-ara~ A sadist who can clone himself and dance? My, my, he's quite the man of many talents."

Rias, however, was seething with envy. "Why him?" she thought bitterly. "He doesn't have any remarkable lineage or history—just a rich family and a bizarre sense of humor. How can someone like that surpass me or any of us in power?"

Meanwhile, Ravel Phoenix was watching intently, a calculating gleam in her eyes. This man may be absurd, but his strength is undeniable. "If someone like him were to join my family's household, it would strengthen our faction significantly."

But her thoughts didn't escape Koneko's sharp instincts. The petite fighter narrowed her eyes at Ravel, silently bristling. "What's with this fried chicken looking at my boyfriend like that?" Koneko huffed. "Sure, he's weird, but don't think for a second I'll let you anywhere near him."

Kokabiel's body lay battered and bruised, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as Satria and his clones surrounded him. Blood trickled from the corners of his mouth, and his wings twitched weakly beneath him.

Satria loomed over the fallen angel, his foot pressing firmly against Kokabiel's chest, preventing any chance of escape. His voice carried a chilling calmness. "Stop resisting and just accept your fate, Kokabiel. I don't have a personal grudge against you, but your idiotic actions are seriously cutting into my relaxing time. And that's unforgivable." 

Kokabiel glared up at him through the pain, but his defiance faltered under Satria's crushing presence.

"Stop!"

A cry rang out from Kokabiel's remaining subordinates as they desperately rushed forward.

"Don't kill our leader!"

"You damned evil human!"

Satria turned his head slightly, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he cracked a wicked grin. "Hahaha! Don't worry, I'm feeling generous today. I'll send you all to meet your maker together with your boss. That way, he won't have to be lonely in the afterlife."

His clones chuckled darkly, forming a circle around the fallen angels.

Kokabiel's vision blurred as he stared up at the white-haired human who had defeated him so utterly. "So this is how it ends," he thought, his defiance replaced with resignation. A faint, almost nostalgic smile crossed his lips. "I'll be home soon… with you both."

Satria took a deep breath, focusing his senses. He saw the perfect opportunity to dive into Kokabiel's memories as the fallen angel staggered, weakened from their ongoing battle. "They say when someone is close to death, they see their life flash before their eyes. Let's see what you're hiding, Kokabiel."

Satria's consciousness slipped into Kokabiel's mind, uncovering a torrent of memories buried deep within his soul. 

•

A man clad in black armor trudged through a dense forest, his body battered, blood trailing behind him with every step. "Hah... hah... I've lost too much blood," he gasped, stumbling before collapsing onto the forest floor. "This... this is the end for me..."

As his vision dimmed, the faint silhouette of a woman approached. Her golden hair shimmered in the sunlight, and she knelt beside him, cradling his broken form.

When Kokabiel awoke, he found himself lying on a simple bed, the unfamiliar ceiling above him dimly lit by flickering lanterns.

"You're awake, Mr. Crow," a cheerful voice called out. A young blonde woman entered the room, a warm smile brightening her face.

"Who... who are you?" Kokabiel groaned, his voice hoarse. "And stop calling me 'crow.' I'm a fallen angel, not some bird."

"My name is Sophia, the doctor of this village! And you're lucky I found you in time," she said, placing a tray of herbs and bandages on a table. "Now, Mr. Crow, why were you so badly injured?"

Kokabiel's eyes narrowed. "That's none of your business, little human. Don't bother me with your trivial questions."

Sophia pouted, crossing her arms. "Hmph! I saved your life, so the least you can do is answer me!"

"Fine, but shut up first! Your nagging is worse than my wounds," Kokabiel grumbled, reluctantly giving in to her persistence.

As the days passed, Kokabiel shared pieces of his story, and Sophia's kindness began to chip away at the walls around his heart. For ten years, Kokabiel found happiness he never thought possible—with Sophia and their daughter, Sariel.

•

The peaceful village was ablaze, its serenity shattered by the arrival of a devil hunting party. Kokabiel rushed through the chaos, desperate to reach his home.

"Sophia! Sariel!" he screamed, kicking down the door.

His heart sank. The lifeless bodies of his wife and daughter lay on the floor, blood staining the walls.

"Finally, you're here," sneered one of the devils, a sadistic grin on his face.

"You... who ordered this?!" Kokabiel roared, his voice trembling with grief and rage.

"This is punishment for crossing Lord Zekram Bael," the devil replied coldly. "Had you surrendered, your family would still be alive. But no—" he tossed the severed heads of Sophia and Sariel onto the floor. "To think you chose to play house with humans over participating in war with your filthy kind. What a joke."

Kokabiel froze, his vision blurring with tears. His anguish erupted into fury, and he unleashed his power, slaughtering every devil in sight.

Standing amidst the carnage, he vowed, "I will destroy Zekram Bael, even if it means burning this world to ashes."

•

"We will destroy the devils, Kokabiel. Trust me. Your family will be avenged," Azazel had said, his tone filled with resolve. He placed a reassuring hand on Kokabiel's shoulder. "I promise you, my friend."

Relief washed over Kokabiel, his heart heavy yet comforted. "Thank you, Azazel. You're the leader I can follow—the leader I trust."

•

Years Later... Kokabiel stormed into Azazel's office, his wings spread wide in anger. "The devil race is vulnerable now! Their civil war has weakened them. This is our chance to strike, Azazel! Let us free humanity from Supranatural influence once and for all!"

Azazel sighed, his gaze calm but resolute. "No, Kokabiel. The war is over. Enough blood has been spilled. It's time to focus on peace. A new era between the factions is within our grasp."

"Peace?!" Kokabiel's voice cracked with fury. He seized Azazel by the collar, his crimson eyes blazing with rage. "You coward! Have you forgotten your promise to me? What about the fallen comrades who died for this cause? What about my family?!"

Azazel's patience snapped. With a swift motion, he shoved Kokabiel back, pinning him against the wall with a forceful glare. "Know your place, Kokabiel. Let go of the past. Forget your family and start anew. Learn to move on."

Kokabiel's breath hitched, his hands trembling. His teeth clenched as he fought back the whirlwind of emotions threatening to consume him. "You… you've never lost anyone, Azazel. You'll never understand my pain. How dare you tell me to forget my wife and daughter?!"

Azazel's voice turned cold, like steel slicing through air. "I won't let you drag us into another war over your revenge. And don't think for a second you can take down Zekram Bael on your own. He's not just a devil; he's the True Ruler of the Underworld. You'd be signing your death warrant."

"I don't care!" Kokabiel snarled, pushing himself free from Azazel's grip. "If you won't help me, I'll do it alone. Even if it costs me my life."

Azazel's expression darkened. His wings flared, shadowing the room in ominous light. "You dare disobey me, Kokabiel? If you continue down this path, I will kill you myself."

Kokabiel's fists tightened, his nails digging into his palms. He turned away, his voice low but dripping with venom. "I'm disappointed in you, Azazel."

Without another word, he stormed out of the room, leaving the rift between them to grow wider.

•

Kokabiel confronted Azazel once more, the tension between them palpable. "How could you assist the devils in creating the Evil Pieces? Do you realize what you've done? You're helping them enslave humans! What would Father think if he saw this betrayal?!"

Azazel's eyes narrowed. "Shut up, Kokabiel. This is for the greater good. The Evil Pieces are a cornerstone for building a non-aggression treaty with the devils. They secure peace for our race."

"Peace?" Kokabiel's laugh was bitter, his voice laced with disbelief. "You call this peace? You're forging an alliance with the monsters who killed my wife and daughter. You've lost your mind, Azazel."

"And you've lost your mind!" Azazel roared, stepping forward. "Do you want to ignite another war and risk destroying everything we've built? Humans need to be controlled, or they'll spiral into chaos."

"Control?!" Kokabiel spat, his wings bristling. "You mean enslave them! You're no better than the devils you claim to oppose!"

Azazel's aura flared, his presence suffocating. "You think I'm the villain here? You're the one consumed by vengeance! Do you even care about the lives you'll destroy with your madness?!"

Kokabiel stepped back, his hands trembling with suppressed fury. "I've had enough of this. If you stand in my way, Azazel, I'll cut you down." He drew his weapon, the blade gleaming with deadly intent.

Azazel shook his head, his disappointment evident. "You'll regret this, Kokabiel."

The two former friends stood locked in a tense silence, their shared history overshadowed by the chasm that now separated them. The bonds of camaraderie had been shattered, and neither could turn back.

Satria's catching fragmented glimpses of the fallen angel's memories. The pain, the loss, and the hatred were etched deeply into his soul. Finally, he understood the reason behind Kokabiel's madness.

Suddenly, Kokabiel's voice broke through the haze. "What are you doing in my mind, human? Is it not enough to humiliate me in battle? Do you seek to mock me in my own memories too?"

"No," Satria replied softly, his tone devoid of mockery. "I want to apologize, Kokabiel. Do you… remember me?" He pulled up his hoodie and adopted the same tone he had used when they first met each other.

Kokabiel's eyes narrowed, his breath hitching in recognition. "You… You're the one who sold me fragments of Excalibur."

"Bingo!" Satria clapped his hands, his usual playfulness returning briefly. "I never imagined you were a man with such a tragic past." He leaned forward, his expression somber. "I want to know, Kokabiel—why are you waging this suicidal war?" 

Kokabiel's gaze hardened. "I have nothing left to lose. My goal is simple: to destroy the biblical factions by making them tear each other apart. Killing the heiress would have been the perfect spark."

Satria tilted his head, his voice calm yet firm. "Is that so? Are you aware your plan will lead to countless casualties? Not just among the supernatural, but humans too. Entire lives, families, and futures will be destroyed. And even after your death, there's no guarantee the biblical factions will collapse as you hope." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "I'm not here to judge you, Kokabiel. But… have you really thought this through?"

Kokabiel exhaled heavily, his gaze distant. "I understand the risks, but I have no other choice, boy. My followers are few, and this quest is desperate. It's either this… or nothing at all."

Satria stepped closer, his eyes searching Kokabiel's. "If this plan fails, what will you do next?"

Kokabiel hesitated, his voice quieter now. "Just… kill me. I'm done with this cruel world. Azazel will lock me away if I survive, and that's a fate worse than death. Now, my turn to ask—who are you?"

Satria smirked faintly. "Who am I?" He summoned his Cosmo plug, the device glowing with ethereal energy. The warmth of his power enveloped the room as he transformed into his ultra form.

Kokabiel's eyes widened in disbelief, tears welling up as he took in the radiant light. The aura surrounding Satria reminded him of something—or someone—long lost. "This light… this warmth… Are you… Father? Have you been reincarnated?"

Satria shook his head gently. "No, Kokabiel. I'm not your Father. But this form… it's my way of honoring you and your pain. Now, tell me—what is your true wish? As an apology for misunderstanding you, I, Satria, will grant you one wish."

Kokabiel stared at him, his voice trembling. "My wish is…" 

•

As Sona and her Peerage focused on maintaining the barrier, a powerful force suddenly shattered it into fragments. The culprit? Valiana, the strongest White Dragon Empress.

She darted toward Kokabiel, attempting to snatch him away from Satria's grasp.

Satria quickly shifted his focus to Valiana, and their fists collided with a resounding shockwave that shook the battlefield.

"Who is that?" Rias asked, her eyes narrowing at the new arrival who had decimated the barrier.

"That's Valiana, the White Dragon Empress," Issei muttered, startling everyone except Koneko.

Satria smirked at Valiana amidst their clash. 'Hey, beautiful. Enjoying the show?' he teased, fully expecting praise for his antics.

Valiana's smirk widened as she replied slyly, 'You're amazing, hubby, so amazing that I want to peg you tonight.'

'Peg? What does that mean?' Satria tilted his head, genuinely clueless.

'Hmm~ You'll find out tonight. I'll show you an entirely new world.' She licked her lips mischievously.

'...Somehow, that doesn't sound reassuring.' A chill ran down Satria's spine.

Their intense exchange of blows continued until Kokabiel, taking advantage of the chaos, ascended into the sky, forming a colossal spear of light. Its sheer size and energy sent waves of fear across the battlefield.

"Rejoice! This city and everyone within it will be reduced to ashes! Your names will be erased from history!" Kokabiel bellowed with unrestrained fury.

"He's serious! That thing could destroy everything!" Rias exclaimed, the overwhelming light energy making her tremble.

"If that attack lands, it's over for all of us!" Xenovia shouted in panic.

Everyone turned toward Satria, silently pleading for him to act.

"Don't look at me, kiddo. I'm busy here!" Satria grunted, still locked in combat with Valiana. Then, his gaze flicked to Artoria. "Saber! It's your turn. Show them the might of Excalibur!"

Artoria stepped forward, her figure radiating unshakable resolve. With a firm grip on her sword, she unleashed its true form. A golden light enveloped her, dazzling everyone on the battlefield.

"It can't be…" Xenovia whispered, her eyes wide in disbelief.

"Excalibur…" Kiba's voice quivered. Despite his past hatred for the holy sword, the sheer beauty and majesty of Artoria's weapon moved him to tears. He could feel the spirits of his fallen comrades comforting him, urging him to abandon his path of vengeance.

The golden radiance emanating from Artoria filled the battlefield with warmth and hope. It was unlike anything the Devils had ever seen—beautiful, regal, and terrifying all at once.

"So beautiful…" Irina murmured, captivated by Artoria's divine presence.

"Rias… Who are they? What kind of power is this?" Sona asked, her composure faltering as the overwhelming aura of Artoria's sword made her instincts scream of its danger to Devils.

"I… I don't know," Rias admitted, unable to comprehend the events unfolding before her.

Kokabiel, hovering above, smiled faintly as he gazed at the brilliant light. 'Unimaginable… So this is the true power of Excalibur. A fitting end for someone like me.'

Artoria's blade shone brighter, its golden light bathing the battlefield in a holy glow. She pointed her sword skyward, ready to unleash its miraculous power.

Kokabiel sneered through his pain. "Now I understand your anger, Saber! Let's see whose light is stronger—mine or yours!" With a roar, he hurled the massive spear of light toward Artoria.

"Excalibur!!!"

Artoria swung her sword, releasing a devastating wave of energy. The golden light tore through Kokabiel's spear as if it were paper, continuing its path toward him.

Kokabiel froze as the light enveloped him, his thoughts drifting to his past. In the final moments, he saw the faces of his wife and daughter—Sophia and Sariel.

"This light… Is that you, Sophie? Sariel? My beautiful wife and daughter…" Tears streamed down his face as regret and gratitude filled his heart.

"I'm sorry… and thank you, Satria. Now, I can finally rest in peace."

With those words, Kokabiel's body disintegrated in the golden light, leaving behind only the echoes of his sorrow and redemption.

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[Mission Complete][15,000© will be shared among participants]

7,000© + 1 surprise box for King of Knights

4,000© + 1 surprise box for Shin

3,000© + 1 surprise box for Evil Spirit

[Participants will be returned to their worlds in 5 minutes]

Cookies Maniac: "@King Amazing, can you teach me how to be a strong like you?"

God of Hope: "As expected of @King. Amazing work as always."

Kazuma-Sama: "Artoria-san is incredible!"

Robin: "Agreed. She's truly something else."

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Valiana stood on the battlefield, her gaze lingering on Arthuria as she processed the incredible display of strength. 'So, that is the power of the True Excalibur. Her strength is on another level entirely.' Her eyes gleamed with excitement. 'I have to fight her one day.'

She turned her attention back to the battlefield, her resolve renewed. "Let's pick this up later," she said, glancing at Satria. "For now, I've got some traitors and a certain priest to deal with."

Nearby, Freed let out a panicked shout before Valiana knocked him out cold with a single blow.

'Ignoring me, are you, White?'

'Yo, Ddraig. Long time no see.'

'It's been ages, hasn't it?' Ddraig's voice rumbled with nostalgia. 'Don't worry—we're destined to clash eventually.'

'Hmm... but I don't sense the usual hostility from you this time.'

'Likewise. It's strange, isn't it? Perhaps... we have more use for each other than just fighting.'

'Agreed. Let's put that aside for now. Sometimes, it's not so bad to take a break.'

Valiana smirked as their exchange faded. She addressed Kokabiel's remaining minions with an icy glare. "Enough chit-chat. All traitors, follow me now—unless you want to meet your end here and now!"

The fallen angels scrambled to obey, their spirits broken. 

Satria stood silently, sipping iced tea as he reflected on Kokabiel's demise. 'You should've taken my hand and joined me, fool. But I won't hold it against you. Your wrath will be delivered to that old relic when the time comes.'

"You can't blame him entirely, Satria. The man suffered for so long, burdened by pain and loss. It's unfortunate we didn't meet him sooner. He might've found a better path." Fatalis voice soft but firm. "That's why this world needs someone to pave the way for a new era—someone to be the light that inspires others."

Satria chuckled dryly. 'I feel sorry for whoever has to bear that kind of responsibility. Anyway, let's get out of here before someone else shows up.'

They vanished into the distance. The mission to stop Kokabiel was complete, leaving behind a battlefield quiet but forever changed.

To be continued...